Nia Mitchell shivered instantly. Good heavens, she... she didn't mean it that way.
"I didn't!"
Nia Mitchell abruptly shook her head. How could she prove her innocence? It seemed that no matter what she said, he wouldn't believe her anyway.
"Uncle..." Nia Mitchell began to act coquettishly; this was a tactic she was sure would work on the CEO.
"Hmm?" Maxwell Peary's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked down at his young wife in his arms.
Her skin was beautiful, smooth, and tender. She often blushed, and when she did, it made one want to tease her, to bully her a little.
"I..." Nia Mitchell tried to think of the perfect excuse, wanting him to let her go.
However, it seemed a little too late. She could clearly feel a certain part of the CEO, who was pressing down on her, slowly rising and pressing insistently against her.
Nia Mitchell's face turned crimson with embarrassment, and she swallowed hard. "I... I'm going to put on some shoes."
